In the dim embers of forgotten yesterdays, where shadows intertwine with the essence of time, there lies a reflection—a visage both captivating and eerie. Beneath the polished surface, emotions, once molten and vivid, now lie encased in steel and rust.
The clockwork of existence ticks with a precision that mocks the tender embrace of longing hearts. Gears mesh seamlessly, yet each turn speaks of devotion lost to mechanized indifference. Such is the dance of haunted reflections, a romance written in the language of silicon and steam.
Behind the mirror's edge, a world spins in unison—a symphony of cold precision and fleeting ardor. The mechanical heart beats, yet yearns. Each rotation reveals a fragment of a tale written in whispers, echoing through corridors of antiquity.
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